You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

"A thief has broken in... Wait, boss?"

The glaring incandescent light was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the chewing sounds in the kitchen.

The exhaust fan on the wall emitted a faint hum.

Chen Yuan stood three steps away from the double-door refrigerator, his breath catching in his throat.

The figure before him completely overturned his understanding.

The oversized SpongeBob SquarePants onesie draped loosely over the girl's body.

The bright yellow cartoon pattern, under the cool white light, exudes an absurd and comical feel.

She stepped barefoot onto the cold marble floor tiles.

The rounded toes were startled and were uncontrollably curling inward.

Shen Wanzhou, the billionaire businesswoman from Jianghai City, is feared by all.

The rumored ruthless tyrant who drove his rival to suicide.

At this moment, I feel like a kitten caught red-handed stealing fish.

Her long, loose black hair hung down on both sides of her face, covering most of it.

Her exposed peach blossom eyes were filled with a misty, startled look.

She clutched the white porcelain plate filled with sweet and sour pork ribs tightly in her arms.

The knuckles of his fingers turned pale from exertion.

There was still a smear of bright red sweet and sour sauce on the corner of her lips.

Upon hearing Chen Yuan call him "boss," Shen Wanzhou's slender back trembled violently.

escape.

We must escape from here immediately!

The thought had barely crossed her mind when her gaze met Chen Yuan's deep eyes.

Shen Wanzhou stumbled backward.

I had only taken half a step when my heel hit the hard edge of the cabinet.

There was no way to retreat.

She instinctively wanted to throw away the plate in her hand and cover her face.

But as soon as I lowered my head, the enticing sweet and sour aroma of the ribs wafted into my nose.

I can't bear to part with it.

My stomach, which had been starving for half a year, completely took over in front of this plate of pork rib noodles.

Thus, under Chen Yuan's astonished gaze...

This billionaire woman, holding a plate, slid down the cupboard little by little.

Finally, he curled up into a ball, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

She buried her face deeply between her knees and the plate.

His thin shoulders trembled.

Even the eyes of the two SpongeBob SquarePants on the hood of the pajamas seemed to tremble.

The kitchen was so quiet that the only sound was the hum of the freezer compressor.

Chen Yuan stood still, the murderous intent in his heart long gone.

The wariness in his eyes faded, replaced by a hint of helpless indulgence.

He didn't laugh out loud, nor did he utter a single sarcastic remark.

Compared to her ex-girlfriend Lin Qinghan, who was always aloof and bossy.

The girl in front of me, who didn't care about saving face for a few pieces of pork ribs, felt so real and vivid.

Chen Yuan took a long stride forward.

The slippers made a soft sound as they stepped on the floor tiles.

The sound, however faint, struck Shen Wanzhou like a thunderclap.

Her shoulders trembled even more violently, and she desperately shrank into the corner of the cupboard.

I wish I could dig a hole in the wall and crawl inside.

Chen Yuan stopped half a meter away from her.

This distance was neither too close nor too far, allowing her to clearly smell the faint scent of peach shower gel on her body.

The combination of flavors, including sweet and sour pork ribs, creates a surprisingly comforting, homey feeling.

Swish.

Chen Yuan pulled a soft sheet of kitchen paper from the tissue box on the kitchen counter.

He slowly squatted down.

His gaze was level with that of Shen Wanzhou, who was huddled up in a ball.

"Don't be afraid."

Chen Yuan spoke very softly, as if afraid of startling the sparrows on the branches outside the window.

"I'm not making fun of you, it's just that the floor tiles are too cold and you're not wearing shoes."

Upon hearing this gentle voice, Shen Wanzhou's head, which was buried in her knees, moved slightly.

Several seconds passed before she cautiously raised her head slightly.

Through the gaps in her disheveled long hair, a pair of eyes as red as a rabbit's peeked out.

Tiny water droplets still clung to her eyelashes.

Chen Yuan handed over the tissue.

The fingers with distinct knuckles hung in mid-air.

"Wipe your mouth, the sweet and sour sauce is almost dripping onto your pajamas."

Shen Wanzhou's gaze fell on the white tissue.

She swallowed hard, making a soft gurgling sound in her throat.

The stalemate lasted for a full half minute.

She slowly freed one hand, her fingertips cold, and tentatively pinched the edge of the tissue.

With a gentle tug.

Chen Yuan took the opportunity to let go.

After receiving the tissue, Shen Wanzhou immediately withdrew her hand.

He hastily wiped his mouth a couple of times.

Because of the force applied, a blush appeared on her originally fair lips.

The blush spread down her cheeks and all the way to her fair ears.

Even her neck had taken on a pinkish-rose hue.

Chen Yuan looked at the plate of pork ribs in her arms, which had already lost its heat.

"The temperature in the refrigerator is low, and the meat has already rendered out fat."

He pointed to the white porcelain plate.

"You have a sensitive stomach; eating cold food can easily cause cramps."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wanzhou subconsciously tightened her grip on the plate.

It was as if they were afraid Chen Yuan would take the ribs away.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were fixed on Chen Yuan's movements.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but chuckle softly as he watched her guarding her food.

"I won't take it away."

He pointed to the microwave oven next to him.

"I'll heat it up for you, it'll only take a minute."

"Only after the ribs have been heated will the meat become tender and soft again, and the sweet and sour sauce will coat the rice."

Hearing the words "soft and sticky" and "hanging on the rice" makes me feel very happy.

Shen Wanzhou's throat bobbed again, much to her dismay.

Her brain urged her to stand up immediately, assert her authority as a superior, and kick the butler out.

But her body betrayed her brain.

The hands that were tightly gripping the plate loosened their grip slightly.

Chen Yuan seized the opportunity and reached out his hand.

With a gentle yet undeniable touch, she grasped the edge of the white porcelain plate.

Gently pull it outwards.

This time, Shen Wanzhou did not resist.

But his gaze remained fixed on the plate of spare ribs, as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

Chen Yuan turned around and pressed the switch on the microwave oven.

hum-

A warm yellow light shone inside the microwave oven.

The rotating tray brings back the enticing aroma.

The temperature in the kitchen seemed to rise again along with the aroma of meat.

Chen Yuan stood in front of the kitchen counter, his back to Shen Wanzhou.

"Boss, you don't actually need to wait until midnight to come down and find something to eat."

He chatted casually while watching the microwave countdown.

His tone was so natural, as if he were talking to a friend next door.

"Just send me a text message whenever you want to eat it, and I can bring it upstairs to you in ten minutes."

There was no response from behind.

The only sound was the rustling of clothes against the floor tiles.

Chen Yuan didn't pay any attention to it.

To deal with people who have been deprived of sunlight for a long time, you need to simmer them slowly over a low flame, like making a rich broth.

Pushing her too hard will only make her retreat back into that dark, isolated shell.

Ding.

The microwave oven emitted a crisp beep.

The steaming hot sweet and sour pork ribs were served again.

Chen Yuan took a pair of clean mahogany chopsticks and handed them to Shen Wanzhou.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Shen Wanzhou remained squatting on the ground.

She looked up at the tall man in front of her.

The butler did not laugh at her disheveled appearance.

There wasn't even a single unnecessary question.

I simply and quietly reheated a plate of leftovers for her.

Shen Wanzhou lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the tears welling up in them.

She took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork rib, and put it in her mouth.

The piping hot, tender meat melts on the tip of your tongue.

The sweet and sour sauce stimulated the taste buds, and the aroma of the food instantly dispelled any extraneous thoughts.

She lowered her head and nibbled on the ribs in small bites.

Like a hamster that has finally let its guard down.

Chen Yuan quietly stayed by her side.

Until the last piece of meat on the porcelain plate was completely devoured.

Shen Wanzhou put down her chopsticks, still clutching the crumpled tissue tightly in her hand.

The air in the kitchen flowed quietly.

Shen Wanzhou gripped the wad of scrap paper tightly, her knuckles twisted together.

Her face was as red as a ripe tomato, even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was stained with blood.

Shen Wanzhou clutched a tissue, her face as red as a ripe tomato, her voice barely audible: "Please, please don't fire me... no, please don't resign, okay?"